…….every time I hear a woman complain about being pregnant, about how uncomfortable they are. Like seriously shut your face before I punch you in the gut and you’re no longer pregnant. Well I wouldn’t actually do that ever, but like come on. Shut your mouth and think about what you are saying. Or the complaints about lack of sleep because of a newborn, or the attitude that their 3 and 5 year olds are giving them.
Stop and think about what you are saying and who might be hearing it.
You are complaining about something that is a complete miracle. Something that you should be oh so grateful to have. Something that so many people cannot have and want so badly. It is like taking a piece of meat and dangling it outside of the tiger cage. You are teasing the poor animal that just wants the meat. Do you think that is fair and considerate of you? Well it isn’t.
This post may be a little harsh and angry, but this is how I feel when I hear the complaints. Do you know what I would give to be 36 – 40 weeks pregnant, with swollen ankles and dying from the heat? I would give a lot; and I know a few other women in the same boat.
Of course these complaints are done in the innocence of the moment and lack of knowledge to what they mean to someone else, but it doesn’t make them hurt any less.
I also want to rant and complain about the days when Xander is being a stubborn know it all 5 year old, but then I stop and think, I am oh so lucky to have him as a stubborn know it all 5 year old. And so I don’t. Because I know I have several friends who don’t have a stubborn know it all 5 year old, and that those comments and complaints would hurt them.
I know, because I wish I had two stubborn know it all children………
My Little Acorn 